Mysteries of the Great Zhou Dynasty

Chapter 50 Extra: Rong Wanyin (2)

Wanyin stuffed the meat bun in her hand into her mouth in a few bites, rubbed her greasy hands on her skirt, and wiped her mouth with her sleeves. In an instant, there was a large oil stain on her clothes.

Xiao Wanyin picked up the brush in a hurry and pretended to write seriously.

"Old man, who disturbed Wanyin's martial arts practice yesterday? I was just retaliating." General Fan stroked his white beard and said with some guilt.

The two argued for a while, neither giving in.

"Grandfather, Grandfather, stop it! You're interrupting me while I'm writing!" Wanyin rolled her eyes and rubbed her temples. "What's the grudge between you two? Why do you always argue every time you see each other?"

"No grudge!" said General Fan.

"There is a grudge!" said Old Master Rong.

The two looked at each other and exchanged glances.

"There is a grudge!" said General Fan.

"No grudge!" said Old Master Rong.

The two of them perfectly demonstrated what it means to have no tacit understanding at all.

"Is there any grudge?" Wan Yin frowned.

"There's no big grudge, it's just a matter of incompatibility." General Fan said with a stiff face.

"Then you still want to become in-laws?" Wan Yin pouted, looking puzzled.

"Who wants to marry him?" the two old boys were furious and shouted.

"Alright, just forget I said anything." Wan Yin said with a bored look on her face. "Alright, alright, I'm going to write. You guys go ahead and do your own thing!"

The two old men looked at each other, snorted at each other to show their disdain, and walked out of the door, one on the left and one on the right.
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Of course, it’s not that the two elders have absolutely no common language.

Under the careful teaching of these two elders, Xiao Wanyin gradually grew up to be a good girl with "good family background". Until Xiao Wanyin was eight years old, her family could no longer afford to support this big Buddha.

"Why don't we find a master for Xiao Yin'er?"

"Yeah, that makes sense."

"This master must be able to subdue her."

"good."

Two old men, both almost over 70 years old, sat in front of the table with a sad face, putting tobacco into the bowl of the pipe and pinching it repeatedly with his hands.

The other one paced back and forth in the study room with big strides, sighing, "I just don't believe this. I can subdue all the soldiers under my command, but how can I not handle such an eight-year-old girl! You too, look at you, you have taught many top and third place scholars, but look at Xiao Yin'er's handwriting, I don't even want to say anything to you..."

"Hmph, is that my problem? Are you willing to hit her? Are you willing to scold her? Are you willing to let her go hungry?" The one sitting there was Old Master Rong. He looked disdainful and launched into a long lecture, "You don't understand. This little sapling won't grow straight unless it snaps! This child's education requires rules!"

"Then why don't you beat him or scold him?" General Fan, furious, interrupted him, "Oh, you've got the good guy, and I want to be the bad guy? You wish!"

"You don't understand this. Confucius said..." Old Master Rong had just put on his gentlemanly attitude, but before he could continue, he was interrupted again.

"Don't think I don't understand what Confucius said and Father said." General Fan suddenly had an idea. "I thought of someone who can cure this little devil!" "I thought of someone too. Maybe we're thinking of the same person!" Old Master Rong was very satisfied. He stroked his beard and smiled. "That old man, in terms of talent, he was even the emperor's teacher. In terms of martial arts, he created the Wuji Sword Technique. Now, he has resigned and returned to his hometown. He has nothing to do anyway."

Somewhere, in his own courtyard, old man Wuji was comfortably sitting on a chair, drinking a little wine. Suddenly, he sneezed several times for no apparent reason. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand and said, "Who is talking about me, an old man? It must be something bad..."
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Taoyuan Village, in a small courtyard.

A little girl of eight or nine years old was tied up and hung on a tree, her hair scattered messily on both sides of her cheeks. The little girl was very cute. When ordinary people saw her, they would definitely mutter that the adults in this family were too cruel.

But the little girl didn't cry or make a fuss. She just frowned and said angrily, "If you dare, let me go and we can compete again!"

An old man with a kind face and gray hair was leaning on a throne, dozing with his eyes half closed. There were a few dishes of snacks and a pot of wine beside him.

"Let me go! Are you scared?" the little girl continued shouting.

He gently grasped a peanut between his first two fingers, his movements powerful. With a flick of his wrist, the peanut shot out, instantly striking the finger-thick rope. With a snap, the rope snapped.

The rope around the little girl loosened, and she fell straight down. She reacted extremely quickly, doing a beautiful forward roll and landing steadily on the ground! The moment she landed on the ground, she immediately made a move, sweeping up the dust with her feet, then tapping the ground with her toes and punching the old man.

The old man was not in a hurry. He gathered the side dishes in his arms with his right hand, picked up the pot of wine with his left hand, turned around, kicked the armchair towards the girl with his left foot, and blocked her fierce attack.

The girl's fist landed on the armchair, and it instantly fell apart.

The old man placed the food and wine on the stone table behind him and said distressedly, "Oh, my little ancestor, if you want to hit someone, just hit them. Don't destroy the things. I, your master, bought them with my own money!"

"I haven't lost yet, and it's still uncertain who will be the master!" The girl was unconvinced and continued to attack, "But you said that as long as I win once, you will become my master!"

"Yes, but this is the ninety-eighth time!" the old man counted on his fingers, "You have two more chances."

The girl picked up two stones and pretended to throw one towards the old man, but her real target was the wine jug on the stone table. The old man easily caught the two stones, but then the girl threw a third one!

The third stone flew straight towards the old man's head. Seeing that he could not avoid it, the old man turned sideways and avoided the attack of the stone.

The stone hit a string of gourds hanging on the wall behind the old man. The gourds fell down and hit the wine and food directly. The wine pot fell to the ground and the wine spilled all over the floor.

"Humph!" The girl raised her head, a smug look on her face. It turned out that her original goal was the food and wine. She knew that she really had no chance of winning, but she had to make the old man feel distressed before she became his disciple! She wanted to vent her anger.

That's why there is this strategy of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west, like the mantis stalking the cicada.

Sure enough, the old man yelled distressedly: "You little prodigal son, this is the best daughter's wine, you... you... if you want to hit someone, just hit them, why did you smash my wine pot! I'm so angry!"

In terms of martial arts, the girl is not as good as the old man, but in terms of her heart, the old man has to admit defeat.

The girl stuck out her tongue: "Lilililil..."

"You have one last chance!" the old man said gritting his teeth. After this girl becomes his disciple, he will definitely teach her a lesson!
The girl picked up the armchair and sat down.

"You still have one chance." The old man reminded.

"I know..." The girl's face was calm, and she had no intention of attacking at all. No, she would not attack again. In other words, as long as she did not attack, she would not lose!
Girls don’t need to be apprentices!
"This..." The old man was a little confused. How could it be like this?

The girl turned her head and smiled innocently: "It's okay for you to become my disciple, but..."

Needless to say, negotiations are like this, whoever is more impatient will suffer. I guess these apprenticeship conditions will make the old man feel distressed for a long time...